When I took these pictures and made this video, Maine Jazz legend Brad Terry was just about to celebrate his 78th birthday. Brad was thinking it might be time to give up playing music while he was still at the top of his game.
Alexis Powers, aka Lexi GoGo, is visual artist, model and amazing performer from Maine. Utilizing various hoops, Powers spins fire and light through the air, creating a flaming, acrobatic tapestry of physical grace and strength.
Usually, St. Patrick’s Day lasts just one day. Not this time around.
This year, the Irish-American holiday lasted a whole week for me as I played five Celtic-flavored shows between two Sundays. One was a solo performance. Another had me teamed up with four other musicians, paying homage to Ireland’s greatest punk-poet, Shane MacGowan. I also went out on a mini, three-day run of shows with my four-piece band, Bailey’s Mistake.
I’m a lucky man — though I am not, in fact, even remotely Irish.
I erased all my social media accounts except for Facebook and Instagram and I took those apps off my phone. A week later, my iPhone told me my screen time was down 87 percent.
Starting in 1978, photographer John Coffer and a horse named Brownie began an epic, years-long trek across the United States. Along the way, they made many friends, had multiple adventures and helped revive the 19th century’s greatest photographic achievement: The Wet plate collodion process. When their travels ended, John and Brownie settled on a farm… Read more: John and Brownie out on the road
Chris was a caring, attentive husband and father. He was a talented, hardworking journalist, dedicated to thoughtful storytelling, too. I’m sure Chris taught me everything I know about writing a story with heart. He was my friend and I miss him, as does everyone who had the pleasure to know him.
he ferry was called the MV Apollo and it had seen better days. Caked in rust, it had a pronounced list to the port side, I thought. It did have a cheap, hot breakfast and plenty of coffee on board and that made it OK in my book.
Our first stop on a daylong tour of the town was the E.J. Broomfield Arena and the 7th annual Guardian Hamilton Drugs Junior Labrador Soccer Cup. We watched teams of kids and teens from Happy Valley-Goose Bay, Churchill Falls and Labrador City kick the ball around, arena football style, in a converted hockey rink.
May 31, 2018 — I woke to the sound of rain pattering on my tent. It wasn’t a torrent. I got up. Dean and I huddled around his Jetboil, not talking much, till the coffee was ready. The rain let up and we packed our things.
May 29, 2018 — The next day dawned clear and cold. The sky was a painful blue. Sunglasses were a must. After a hot breakfast, and a farewell in French, we headed north on a paved road.
Dean and I had ridden north, into the wilderlands, to see if there was any adventure left in a Trans-Labrador Highway ride. Once known as the longest dirt road in the world, it’s now largely paved. Most of the adventure bikers that once flocked to it have since moved on to other, more remote gravel challenges.
Influential Irish folksinger Luke Kelly once met his poet counterpart, Patrick Kavanagh in a pub off Grafton Street in Dublin one day, or so the story goes.